A Dangerous and Cruel Love (Dark Mafia Romance Duet, #2)

by Tee, Marian

  The prince covered her hand with his, and he slowly guided her, teaching her how to stroke him all the while keeping his gaze locked with hers, wanting Fawn to see just how much he wanted her.

  The prince’s erection throbbed hard against her fingers with every stroke, and when she tried moving it just a little faster, she saw the prince’s nostrils flare—-

  Oh.

  Her grip tightened, and the prince stiffened.

  “Do you understand now?” he asked tautly.

  At her nod, the prince slowly let go of her hand even as his gaze remained on hers, dark and demanding in its need for her.

  Please me, his eyes commanded and seduced her, and oh, how it made her so, so much wetter. She began to stroke him, faster and harder, using the expression in his eyes as her guide, and oh, how she drowned in the knowledge that her touch could make him look so hungry, could make his breath choppy and his body jerk—-

  “Fawn.” The prince suddenly drove his fingers through her hair, and she stilled. When their eyes collided, he asked hoarsely, “Do you remember you once told me about being happy with any position I ask of you?”

  Her brows furrowed. “Did I...” She stopped when a memory teased her mind.

  It was the day of her evaluation, following her first month on the job, and she had earnestly promised him, ‘I genuinely want to continue working here, prince. Any position you want me in, I’d be happy to do it.”

  When her eyes widened in horrified realization, the prince purred, “I can see you understand now.” His grip on her hair tightened. “You were thinking of silly things,” he whispered, “but this was what’s always been on my mind.”

  “P-pervert.”

  But the prince only laughed. “Be honest, parthena mou. You want me exactly the way I am, while I...”

  Fawn caught her breath as the prince started to lean forward. Her breasts ached more and more as the prince closed the distance between them—-

  His forehead touched hers, and as their gazes collided, the prince whispered, “I, parthena mou, want you to take me in your mouth.”

  The erotic words tore a gasp out of her, but instead of repulsing Fawn, they ensnared her, mesmerized her, making Fawn want to hear more.

  And she did.

  “I want you to stay on your knees, parthena mou, sucking on my cock...”

  Fire licked her body, making it melt, and she found herself using her free hand to clutch the prince’s shoulder for balance.

  “I want you to suck it hard, get my cock all the way to your throat...”

  A sob escaped her, and Fawn’s fingers tightened around the prince’s erection.

  “I want it to stay that way...until I cum in your throat.” The prince’s tone became hard and guttural. “That’s the position I want you to be in right now.” He lifted his head, his mouth moving to the side.

  She gasped when his tongue licked her ear, and the prince whispered, “Do you want this position, too?”

  The prince moved away, and as their gazes met again, she could only give him the answer they both wanted.

  “Yes.”

  There were no words needed after, and only the sound of the prince’s harsh breathing filled the room as Fawn slowly lowered her head, lower and lower until all she could see was the prince’s erection.

  For one silly moment, she allowed panic to get the better of her—-

  It’s too big.

  But even so, she couldn’t stop herself.

  Her lips parted, and the head of the prince’s erection slipped inside her mouth bit by bit.

  The feel of his cock in Fawn’s mouth was unbelievable, the culmination of months of unquenched need making him shudder. She began to suck him when he was halfway in, and he tightened his grip on her hair with a groan.

  “Don’t fucking stop.”

  The prince’s command, uttered in a desire-laced groan, made her head swim, but knowing that he wanted her to that extent also made her eager and bolder. Forcing her throat to relax, she tried to take more inches of his length, all the while sucking hard—-

  “Fawn.” It was too damn good, and his control threatened to snap. “Fawn, slow down...” But Fawn didn’t seem to hear him. Her head only continued to bob up and down his cock, one hand gripping the base of his erection while her other hand tightened around his leg under the water—-

  It was the most arousing sight, watching Fawn pleasure him with her mouth, her near-naked body rising from the water like a mermaid, her long blonde hair like wet golden silk against her back.

  “Fawn...” As he spoke, her mouth suddenly tightened around him, just before her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

  Fuck.

  His control snapped, and the prince gritted out, “I’m going to cum.”

  The words made Fawn suck harder, and she tried moving her head as fast as she could all the while her mind remained consumed by thoughts of pleasuring the prince—-

  Suddenly, she felt his fingers tighten around her hair almost to the point of pain, and she whimpered against his rigid length, knowing what was about to happen—-

  With one last groan, the prince started coming in her mouth, his movements becoming wild as he fucked her mouth hard, thrusting his cock in and out relentlessly as he shot his load out. He expected and dreaded having her pull away, knowing that he could have frightened her with his ferocity, but instead he felt her hands moving to his hips, gripping him for balance—-

  Almost like she wanted this as much as he did.

  The thought made his body shudder, and one last spurt of cum jerked out of the prince’s painfully throbbing cock.

  The prince’s touch was gentle as he slowly pulled her away, and Fawn couldn’t help turning red as they both heard his erection make a popping sound as it came out of her mouth. When she saw his gaze suddenly darken, she asked uncertainly, “W-what is it?”

  “You still have a drop there,” the prince said hoarsely. Expecting her to wipe it away, the prince was surprised when her tongue darted out instead—-

  She licked away that one last drop of cum on the corner of her mouth, and the sight made him shudder anew. “You’re killing me with how sexy you are, parthena mou,” he grated out.

  Sexy? Her? But before Fawn could even think of what to say, the prince had suddenly moved, and before she knew it he had her up in his arms, and he was wading through the deeper end of the pool, still naked.

  “Prince!” She couldn’t help shrieking as she saw that they were now waist-deep in the pool. “I don’t know how to swim,” she told him desperately, her arms wounding around his neck tightly as the prince continued on.

  The prince stopped moving long enough to grin wickedly at her. “Even better.”

  “Bully!” She smacked his back with her fist as hard as she could, but it was like trying to punch a hole through a concrete wall. The water got deeper and deeper, and her fear increased. “Prince...”

  Something bumped her lightly, and she twisted her head around, startled.

  It was an inflatable daybed, large enough to snugly fit two, and complete with headrest and motorized controls. “Prince—-ah!” The prince had suddenly tossed her on the floater, and she shrieked, thrashing about as she felt herself began to slide down.

  “I got you, parthena mou.” Firm but gentle hands pushed her back on the daybed, and this time the prince climbed up, joining her. Fawn tensed as the daybed began to dip alarmingly to the side, but a second later, it righted itself, and she expelled her breath in a huge sigh of relief.

  “What are we doing here?” she demanded. Looking around, she couldn’t help gulping as she realized that they were smack in the middle of the pool, leaving her nowhere to go.

  The prince cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Relax.”

  She glared at him. “I can’t.”

  “You can,” the prince said soothingly. “And I’ll help you.” As he spoke, he forced her to lie down, and of course, being the idiot that she was, Fawn couldn’
t stop herself from following his lead.

  Soon she was lying on her back, and the prince’s handsome face loomed over her, filling her vision.

  “It’s my turn to please you,” the prince murmured.

  Her eyes flew wide open, and she croaked out, “Here?”

  In answer, the prince plucked the strings of her bikini top away, and Fawn gasped as she felt the tiny pieces covering her nipples inch down, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

  “Oh God, prince—-”

  But the prince had already lowered his head and laved one nipple with his tongue.

  She arched against the bed in shocked pleasure, inadvertently pushing her nipple deeper into her mouth...at the same time causing the daybed to rock precariously on the water.

  “Prince!” Fear and pleasure warred inside of her, and Fawn was torn between shoving the prince away and clutching him closer to her.

  The prince lifted his head, and his lips curving in a smirk, he purred, “If I were you, I wouldn’t move too much.” When panic flashed in her brown eyes, he said silkily, “Too much movement can cause this bed to capsize, and right now...” He paused as if to think. “This part is about ten feet deep now.”

  “What?” Fawn shook her head wildly. “I really don’t know how to swim—-”

  “But I do,” the prince interrupted, “so there’s nothing to worry about, as long as you stay still while I take my time...”

  Her breath caught as he reached for her breast. “Prince—-”

  “With you...” The prince brushed the tip of one slightly wet nipple with his finger, and the rest of her words melted into a long, helpless moan.

  “I love the way you’re so sensitive, parthena mou.” The prince began to play with her nipple, lightly rolling it between his fingers until she was shuddering under his touch. “It makes me want to bully you more.”

  Oh! The too-blunt admission had her choking back a laugh, but then the prince dipped his head to suck on her other nipple, and she found herself moaning again. He sucked her sweetly one moment, then hard and roughly the next, and the unpredictability of his seduction was beautifully agonizing. Her hands moved up, curling around his shoulders, and when he bit her nipple, she gasped and jerked, her nails digging deep into the sleek muscled panes of his back.

  When the prince released her nipple, she couldn’t stop from mewling in protest, and the sound made the prince smile. The sight of it made her flush, but even so, she couldn’t make herself stop wanting him.

  The prince’s gaze suddenly captured hers, and Fawn bit her lip hard as she felt his fingers trail down the valley of her breasts.

  “You’re probably used to taking things too slow, but that’s not my style.” His fingers moved down her belly, and Fawn caught her breath as they paused right above the curls protecting her femininity.

  “I like to go all out...” As he spoke, the prince took hold of one of the strings of her bikini bottom before ripping it off in one quick move.

  She started, and the daybed under them shook, making her freeze.

  “Did that shock you?” the prince crooned.

  “Y-you know it did.” She wanted to sound furious, but instead her voice came out soft and breathless.

  The prince’s lips curved in a cruel smile. “Good. I like my woman to think only of me when I’m touching her, make it so that there’s nothing she can remember except how I make her feel.” The prince pulled back, his fingers leaving her body, and she almost, almost cried out in protest.

  The daybed began to dip as the prince moved, and Fawn couldn’t help sitting up in trepidation.

  The prince settled in front of her and took hold of her ankles.

  She stilled, and her unease deepened when she saw the dangerous glint in the prince’s dark green eyes. Uh. Oh. That look of his felt like a really, really bad omen, and when the prince purred, “Are you ready, parthena mou?”—-

  She knew right away that she was in trouble.

  Fawn shook her head vigorously, saying in a rush, “I am not ready AT ALL—-ah!”

  The prince had pushed her legs wide open to a V.

  “Oh my God, what—-ah!”

  He started to pull her lower body up using her legs.

  “Stop it, l-let me down, w-what—-ah!”

  When she could only see his face through the V of her legs, Fawn finally realized what he was about to do, and she screamed.

  The prince’s head lowered.

  “Noooooo—-” She wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t, knowing that it would cause the floater to capsize.

  The prince’s mouth touched hers.

  She screamed.

  But it was too late. It was all over. She was his.

  There wasn’t even time for her to catch her breath, no time to understand what was happening, no time for foreplay—-

  It was exactly like how the prince said.

  Taking things too slow was not his style.

  Her fists clenched against her side as the prince devoured her wet, throbbing core with his mouth, and she could only moan and moan as he licked her up and down. She wanted to move away, to shove him off, but she couldn’t, knowing that one little bit of resistance from her could make the daybed turn over.

  “P-please...” But she no longer knew what she was begging him for. One after another, the thoughts in her mind had disappeared until all that was left was the sheer pleasure of his touch—-

  The prince thrust his tongue inside her, and she screamed again. But still the prince didn’t slow down and instead his fingers tightened around his ankle as he pulled her up higher until he was practically grinding his mouth against her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of Fawn faster and harder.

  She almost, almost buckled, but knowing that she would end up drowning forced her to stay excruciatingly still even as her world began to splinter.

  It was too, too much, and she moaned long and hard as the prince continued to eat her pussy. “P-priiiiiiiiiiiince. P-pleeeeeease.”

  Oh God, oh God, the way he was eating her made her feel oooooh sooooo gooood——

  The prince’s mouth moved up, closing around her tightly wound clit.

  Her world shattered, and Fawn came with a scream.

  ****

  They stayed there for what seemed like forever, lounging on the daybed, their naked bodies entwined to ward off the cold. With a blanket of starry skies above them, it felt like she and the prince were in a world of their own, allowing Fawn to shed her inhibitions, her doubts, and everything else that made reality undesirable.

  Time passed without them noticing as they talked and talked, their low, soft murmurs playing an intimate melody in the quiet of the night while the prince would occasionally run his fingers down her spine and Fawn would shyly reciprocate his caresses, her own fingers tracing the defined contours of his muscles.

  Nestled in the prince’s arms, she told him of her loneliness growing up, of having no time to do anything fun because she was too busy working, and how she had never stopped seeing Grant as her employer’s son even when he had already become her boyfriend.

  He told her of his life in England and how he had always felt out of place until he met his friends in boarding school. He told her of his parents, those who died saving him and those who loved him despite the fact that he wasn’t of their blood, and when he finished, she was, of course, crying.

  “You cry too much,” the prince said with a sigh, but his touch was exquisitely tender as he took her in his arms.

  Fawn was halfway to falling asleep by the time they made it back to his bedroom, but when she felt him lower her feet back to the floor and reach for her robe to push it off—-

  Her eyes flew open. “P-prince?”

  He only smiled down at her, saying, “We both need a shower.”

  This time, she didn’t even think of arguing, feeling like she would be bordering on becoming a hypocrite if she did. Just stop overthinking things, she told herself, and let go.

  And so
she did, and it turned out to be the quickest and longest shower she ever had as well as the hottest, literally and figuratively. As steaming hot water cascaded down on their bodies, the prince pushed her against the wall before going down on her once more.

  She gasped as his fingers started to ease her folds wide open, stretching them wider and wider until it was like he could see her completely.

  “Hold it open for me,” the prince gritted out, and oh God, she could only obey him even as her fingers trembled at having to do something so blatantly amatory.

  First, she felt his mouth, raining kisses on her pussy and making her legs tremble hard. Second, she felt his tongue, licking the folds and lapping up the moisture that started to turn her sensitive skin creamy. It had her head leaning back against the wall as her eyes rolled back. It was sweet beautiful agony, but none of it could compare to the pleasure of what he did last—-

  Three fingers pushed inside of her just as his mouth once again closed over her throbbing clit.

  “Priiiiiiiiince!” Her entire body shuddered as he began to fuck her with his fingers and destroy her with the whipping moves of his tongue around her clit. Passion obliterated her senses, leaving her a sobbing, writhing mess at the mercy of the prince. It should have terrified Fawn, how much control the prince had over her, but it didn’t.

  Instead she wanted more. Instead she wanted it to last for an eternity, even when every flick of his tongue against her clit made every second feel a thousand times longer, and every deep plunge of his fingers made her feel like trying to open her pussy up just a bit more—-

  More, more, more.

  She chanted the words in her mind, and when it wasn’t enough, she screamed it, “Moreeeeeee.”

  And the prince gave it to her, fisting her this time, his whole hand going inside her.

  She saw stars, and she screamed, falling apart in his arms as her hands lost its strength to hold on to anything and her legs completely gave out.

  But even so, her orgasm didn’t stop, and the prince was there to hold her up, all the while lapping every drop of cum as creamy wetness flowed out of her like an endless, shuddering stream of pleasure.